MTL - Ten God Emperor-Chapter 15 Great sadness

On the bluestone platform, after the raging wind dissipated, under the green tree surrounded by green light, a huge scorpion wrapped in countless vines was exposed to everyone's sight.

"What is that, it looks so disgusting."

"What about Yun Xiu?"

"It won't be... in this thing."

In the face of this strange thing that suddenly appeared on the Bluestone Terrace, everyone could not help but talk about it.

Yunyue saw this scene, his face was white, and his pretty face was full of concerns. He hurriedly asked: "Xiao Lin, you said that he will not have anything to do with the brothers?"

Yun Yuelin saw it and shook his head in a blank voice: "I don't know, although I am Bogutong today, the vines of the qi tree are the first to see people."

Yun Mubai, who was sitting in the front row, saw this situation. He couldn’t help but sneer. He said: "If you make such a big move, you are not afraid to kill yourself."

The four elders on the high platform stood up and the adult ceremony test occurred. It was the first time they saw it in their lifetime.

Yunhe’s face is cloudy and uncertain, and the sudden change of the vitality tree does not know whether it is good or bad, but it can be judged that there is almost no fluctuation in the scorpion, even if there is something inside, I am afraid it is also a Dead things.

"This little guy is so **** by the vitality tree?" Yunhe is obviously unbelievable.

When everyone was uneasy, only Lin Yaoyao moved with good-looking big eyes. The crystal eyes were like what they could see. They stared at the scorpion tightly and muttered to themselves: "No, the young master is still there. inside."

"Scratch!"

A crisp sound came from the huge tree of vitality, and the wind blew the leaves, and the unbelievable scene also happened. The original green and green leaves turned into a yellowish color in an instant.

The leaves are grounded, the yellow leaves are broken, and they are turned into dust.

Suddenly, the sound of the cymbals rang continuously, and the speed of the fallen leaves of the vitality trees became more and more fierce. The fallen leaves gathered into the torrents of the sky, and they continued to sweep.

The quaint and quiet Yuanqi tree, the original pale green trunk became pale yellow in an instant, just like the nutrients were drained, and instantly became wilted and decaying.

"The qi tree, withered..."

Many Yunjia disciples have widened their eyes and made an incredible exclamation.

But the speed of the wilting of the qi tree did not stop because of shouting, but the speed of decay was faster. The green of green quickly faded from the branches to the vine leaves, and the yellow color spread like a stream of water.

A green and green towering tree instantly turned into a dry dead tree.

"How... how could this be!" Yunhe looked terrified and shook his head in disbelief. The tree of vitality was the relic of the ancestors of the Yun family. If it was destroyed in their hands, what face to see the ancestors?

The four elders had a little toe, and they almost flew up at the same time, and they rushed toward the tree.

"Boom!" Suddenly a loud noise, the whole tree of vitality exploded without any warning, turned into pieces of broken wood chips, wrapped in a gust of wind blowing in all directions.

The yellow dust blew in everyone's robes and hair, and the yellow-yellow tree of vitality exploded into nothingness.

Yunhe stood on the bluestone platform with a sullen look, and looked at the flat land that couldn't be saved. He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

His eyes sagged slightly, and there was a hint of hatred in the depths of his eyes. He clenched his fists and grinned his teeth: "It’s all this little beast, and it’s ruined by the sacred tree that passed down the ancestors!"

"Give me to die!"

The Yunhe face was gloomy, the palm of his hand was gripped, the five fingers were slightly bent, and the vitality was turned into a yin and wind. He snorted and slammed his hand toward the green-green cockroach that was taller than the human.

"Don't!" Lin Yaoyao's pretty face was white, and he screamed and rushed to the stage.

Yunhe looked cold and turned to look at Lin Yaoyao. His eyes shouted: "Block this little girl, Yunxiao, this little beast ruined the vitality tree, that is the sinner of our Yun family, even if I killed him today, It’s no exaggeration!”

After talking about his palms gathering, a cold wind once again lingered around the five fingers, a dark drink: "Great sadness and sorrow!"

The great sorrowful sorrow is the master of the cloud family's highest grade. The high-grade grade of the sacred order is enough to easily destroy any one-star martial artist. With the strength of Yunchao, it can't bear the arrogance of the palm of the hand.

"Stop!" The cloud was not good, and the body was shocked. The majestic yellow breath quickly covered his arms and condensed in the palm of his hand. In the twinkling of an eye, the five fingers seemed to be turned into hard stones, blocking the front of the scorpion.

"boom!"

The black and white smoldering wind slammed on the hard boulders that the palms condensed, making a harsh, harsh sound.

Yunhe’s face was slightly sunk, and some angry said: “The fourth child, you are ironed to protect the little beast, and I am right in the end?”

Yunxiao said with a cold smile: "I said the boss, you haven't figured out the situation, you are so embarrassed, I don't think it is because of the vitality tree, but it is like venting anger!"

"Far fare!" Yunhe was like being stepped on the tail, his face turned red, and he was excited: "There is no gold on his face. You think he is still the pride of the day two years ago, but a disability!"

Yunxiao still smiled and said: "Since it is a waste person, what is the reason for letting him go alive?"

Yunhe’s palm is condensed into a dark black mark, and his eyes are fierce. “Since you don’t let it go, then I’m gonna blame me for not knowing the law!”

Yunxiao did not let the tunnel: "That's the skill!"

"Great sadness and sorrow, cracking wind!"

"Xuanshi body, King Kong!"

On the Qingshi stage, one attack and one guard, two kinds of metaphysical techniques were released at the same time, and when the time was strong, the wind was shaking.

Yunhu and Yunxiao are in their eyes, anxious in their hearts, but if they are also rashly shot, this is too much trouble, let other clan people see jokes.

The fierce yin wind swept over the rock-solid palms, and the hard-boiled back was pushed back. Countless palms hit the palm of the cloud like a shower, and even though his body was rock-solid, he began to retreat.

"Ha ha ha ha! The fourth, really when your mysterious stone body is indestructible, today I will use my big sadness and sorrow to break through!"

Yunhe ridiculously laughs, the speed of the palm of the hand is more dense, which is also the great thing of the great sorrowful sorrow. After this metaphysical cultivation to Mahayana, you can shoot hundreds of palms in a short time. Wind, even if you defend you stronger, this is like a palm of the water, there is always a moment to defeat it.

"The windy style, eight hundred winds, give me broken!"

Yunhe’s palms are all out, and the palms of the ghosts are swiftly shooting eight hundred yin winds. The wind is like a blade, and the wind blades are slashing out. The fine wind blades are slashed into the rock shields. There are countless tiny dents.

"Condensed wind, one wind is one, destroy!"

Numerous yin winds converge into a black ray, violently hitting the rock shield. With a loud bang, the stone shield bursts instantly, and the cloud face is slightly white, and it takes a few steps to stop the figure.

"Little beast, I see who else can protect you!"

The sly smile broke open from the face of Yunhe, and the violent yin condensed again in the palm of his hand. He waved his hand toward the front.

"Scratch!"

A clear sound cracked open, the palms of the wind did not arrive, and the fine vines suddenly exploded a slender crack.

"咔擦擦擦擦擦!"

The cracks spread like spider webs, and the dazzling yellow light rushed out of the broken vines.